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Still Life of House in Late March
Words by Marjorie Maddox
Image by Annika Lindok
*Editor's Note: Previously Published in Local News from Someplace Else and Christianity and Literature
A century old, she knows
how to pose, shutters not even twitching
in natural light as the artist tinkers
with perception, vandalizes the stark air
with voyeurism. She is naked
of snow, leaves, flowers
but beautiful in her simple stance
among curved hills.
Maybe her weathered
boards will creak onto canvas
or a swallow peep through the brushstrokes
where a nest clogs a slanting chimney.
She is not saying, obedient
to the solemn man now sketching
wrinkles across her face,
while beyond his vision,
I’m sure she daydreams of us
who are watching inside,
forever waiting to see
what she will tell of our lives still
moving and moving.